No one knows where it starts or where it ends.
Some believe it begins at the very first breath, then grows and festers till the last.
Delusion begets stability, which is a wall made of mud bricks.
Being chipped away at by every moment of fear, pain and regret.
Slowly holes form, making way for the ugly truth of the universe to reach inside one's head.
Turning dials and adjusting frequencies.
Attuning the mind to unseen realities.
The other logical carbon based beings sense the vessel is cracked
and shun what they are incapable of knowing.
Like being touched by a familiar lover, the dance of acceptance becomes smoother,
as each radical step is practiced over and over.
Ease sets in and alterations soon follow as enlightenment gives way to isolation and thought.
The wheel turns one last time.
The cocoon releases the fermentation of something divine.
These spores drift upon the air, filling the lungs like bacterium in a petri dish.
Its biological, its heredity, a necessary infliction that weens one from material oppression.
Transforms fear into realization.
It is what it is.